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Sanya jumps. The item she’s holding flies out of her hand, landing next to me.
I grab it before I can analyze it. I hold it up for her, but her blush piques my
curiosity. Right, it would be a skimpy pair of lacy panties. The torture is never-
ending. She grabs then tosses them with the quickness of someone holding an
active grenade.

She gathers the materials she needs for my knee and settles in front of me on
her knees for the second time today. Her scent waifs its way to my nose. I miss the
scent of her. I pretend to take a deep breath. I breathe her in. It is a mistake; my
traitorous brain turns an innocent gesture into a nefarious deed.
The memory springs free before I can stop it. It unfolds in steamy snippets.
Sanya pushing me onto her couch…her hair wild from frequent sex…her eyes hot
and seductive…her lips encircling my dick. I remember how incredible it felt to
fuck her mouth until I man-screamed during a toecurling orgasm. Yes, men have
those, too. I fondly remember telling her how fucking incredible it was, and the look
of satisfaction in her eyes when she…swallowed.
“Ugh.” It’s out of my mouth before I can stop it. I shift uncomfortably to hide
my erection.
“Sorry. I am almost done,” she says empathically. My body floods with relief.

Thankfully, she thinks my only discomfort is wound related.
I force my horny brain to focus on my knee. It looks bad. My skin is broken in
several places; the intact skin is red and angry. Scar cream now tops my mental
shopping list. I’m not going to cry over a scar, but I always prefer to give myself the
best care and attention. If I can avoid a scar, then I am willing to try.
“I can’t believe you jacked up your wonderful leg like this, Henry,” Sanya
admonishes softly while concentrating on wrapping my knee with the antibiotic
cream covered gauze.
“Wonderful?” I’m only asking because Sanya using an adjective to describe my
body is surprising to me.
She chick-scoffs and makes a “tuh” sound. “Come on, Henry. If you’ve learned
nothing else, it should be that I think your body is amazing.”
Sanya says with so much matter-of-factness that I am briefly stymied. Her tone
isn’t flirty or seductive. No, her statement is delivered with the authority of a
subject matter expert. It broaches no room for argument or rebuttal. It is a fact she
delivers with the haughtiness of a child genius being asked to recite the alphabet.